On The Fly Poems - Poems about On The Fly

...Let the paths of our ancestors remain in sight, Their struggles, their dreams, their fearless might. Nkrumah's vision, Sankara's spirit, Lumumba's grace, Mandela's legacy, a beacon for our race. ......Read the rest...

... How does a Wallenda fly on a trapeze How does ‘Houdini’ escape with such ease How does a warrior rise from his sickbed Is it courage of the heart or that of the head H......Read the rest...

...You caught me running, constantly looking back, tears merging within the rain. If I took a leap, would I fly? Left behind, the mole above your lip, laughter in your eyes, jaded progression. I......Read the rest...

...attached to form that’s doomed to die with each breath soul lets out a sigh till the day we choose to be still then oh hermit, we wingless fly......Read the rest...

... This gray sky Of May does lie In lackluster color A futile eye With birds too shy To sing, or fly Through April's chill March lingered still Soaking in chains Of rain's domain Why this ......Read the rest...

...Love unveils us from borrowed faces, It tears them away, fear and longing, from the depths of our defeated chests. I call it here "love," not just an anchor between shores of intertwined pulses, B......Read the rest...

... Now you have gone away, I have not much to say. Remembering sitting on the bay, even when the big clouds were gray. I know you could not stay, what I would give for one more day. You went on......Read the rest...

... I went for my early morning run, just me and my young son. It was to be a lot of fun, then home for a hot cross bun. We waved to Mary's grandson, <>...Read the rest...

...I set up an easel in the shade of my beach umbrella. Wanting to paint by the morning light, I dabbed colors onto the palette...sea foam green, azure, titanium white, and ochre. ......Read the rest...

...the lunchbox moment. I can feel the looks of disgust as I make my way to the table, I sit down, others stand up, walk away. kids grimace at the meal I’ve placed in front of myself, “ew” and “wh......Read the rest...

... There is no place for the poet... We are all lost In our last stages, without having time To leave a trail Any , of our last memories... ! We are the new found ......Read the rest...

...Are their twenty pilots?? In Australia now.? Un-jabbed Heros.? Well anyhow.! Give me the lenght of a winfield Ciggie..? To elbourate on what could be a pretty biggie..Good Move? Or deal..So to put......Read the rest...

...People with heavy minds, They are of all kinds, Yet all are entrapped with the same binds; They think and think more, Than they blink in few clinks, Of those binds. How heavy of chains they bear, ......Read the rest...

...Oh you know the type— the orchid woman a cosmopolitan who cosmo sips between snips of gist her charisma a starship —collides with your star-full eyes supernova for Casanova her pouty lips kn......Read the rest...

...MUSIC IS THE DRUG ~~~~~~~ In the symphony of life, a rhapsody so grand, Music as the drug, a magic at our command.² Notes like whispers, touching deep within, A symphony of soul, where new w......Read the rest...